Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Your brother appears to be back to normal."

Melisandre appeared beside Samwell at some point, staring at Dickon's back for a moment and then said.

Samwell was still frowning: "But his memory still has problems."

"That should be the damage caused...at least now I can no longer feel the power of the King of Light on him."

Samwell turned his head and looked at the red robed witch beside him.

During the Blood Reef Island incident, he knew that this woman had helped him. Without her, he might not have been able to escape the control of the Lord of Light.

I haven't seen her for a few days, but she is still wearing a red robe, but her skin is not as milky white as before, but has become a weak and sickly pale.

The ruby ​​necklace at the throat also seemed much dimmer.

It seems that this time she violated the will of the Lord of Light and paid a considerable price.

"When attacking Storm's End before, R'hllor manipulated Dickon into the city to assassinate him, and kept the shadow in your stomach, was it prepared for Blood Reef Island this time? He wants to use the shadow to revive me? Then control me? "

"Yes." Melisandre's eyes flickered, "We are all his tools..."

"No. We're not." Samwell looked into the witch's blood-red eyes, "He can't control me, and he can't control you either. If I'm not wrong, the words you asked me to tell Dickon—— Remember who you are, you are actually prepared for me, right? You have foreseen everything in Blood Reef Island?"

Melisandre shook her head: "I only foresee death, other than that, it's all a vague illusion. I thought it was the punishment of the gods. But thinking of Azor Ahai's rebirth, and what happened to your brother I guessed something, and then made some preparations."

"Why help me?"

"Because I think what you said is right. Life should not be a tool. And..." Melisandre looked at Samwell firmly, "I also have doubts in my heart, and I hope to get answers through this."

"Did you get the answer?"

The ruby ​​in Melisandre's throat shone again, not as brightly as before, but still dazzling.

She nodded slowly: "I used to think that R'hllor was the master of flames and the source of light, but after this blasphemy, my strength was indeed severely damaged, but it did not disappear.

I can no longer see prophesied visions from the flames, but I can still manipulate the flames and perform witchcraft. That shadow wounded me badly, but it didn't take away my strength.

Therefore, R'hllor may not be the master of the flames, nor is he as omnipotent as I thought. "

"Of course he is not omnipotent." Samwell said, "A doctor in the academy once told me that he thought that the gods were just a group of imprisoned powerful magicians. Compared with ordinary people, they are indeed powerful, but they are obviously not omnipotent. .Otherwise why are they so keen on finding the Chosen One."

Saying that, Samwell pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] behind his back.

"R'hllor can deprive the greatsword of its power." Samwell stroked the milky white blade, it couldn't emit the hot red light as before, but it was still sharp.

"But he can't take my white dragon away." Samwell said.

Then he secretly added that he can't interfere with the attribute panel.

"Yes." Melisandre nodded, "I used to think that the dragon was the messenger of R'hllor, but now it seems that it is obviously not the case."

Samwell put the giant sword back into its sheath, and said: "R'hllor seems to have given up on me. You said, he will go to find the reincarnation of the other prophesied prince, Azor Ahai?"

"No." Melisandre said firmly, "You are the prince in prophecy, but it is not R'hllor's prophecy."

Samwell understood what the witch meant: "That prophecy didn't come from R'hllor?"

"No." Melisandre sighed, "This prophecy has been passed down in Asshai very early, and the original source is no longer known."

"So R'hllor is probably using this prophecy? He is looking for the prophesied prince only for his own purpose?"

"It's possible. But unless we know the purpose of the gods, we can only guess wildly."

"The purpose of the gods..." Samwell's eyes flickered, "Sooner or later, I will figure it out."

"I believe you will," Melisandre said.

Sam Well paused, and asked again:

"Remember that ruby ​​you gave me back then? Using it, I can turn into an inflatable fish."

"Remember."

"At that time, you also said that the Faceless Ones also used similar means to disguise themselves."

"That's right. This is a kind of blood magic, which needs to collect the blood of the person being pretended."

"Is there a way to see through this blood magic?" Samwell didn't want to be assassinated by the Faceless Men again.

"Yes." Melisandre nodded, "There is a kind of blood magic called [Eye of Truth], which can see through any disguise."

"Can I learn?"

"Yes. However, the practice of blood magic takes a long time. Although your soul power is extremely powerful and you are considered to have a very high talent, but even so, you have no foundation after all. It may take a lot of time to learn [Eye of Reality] a month of Sundays."

"Soul power?" Samwell wondered if this might be a manifestation of spiritual attributes.

"Yes, Soul Power, if I'm not mistaken, you should be a skinchanger, right?"

"Yes. I can possess a falcon, use its body to fly, and use its eyes to observe."

"This is a manifestation of the power of the soul." Melisandre explained, "The aborigines in Westeros - the children of the forest have strong soul power. Now some families in the north once intermarried with the children of the forest. Among them, there will be children with this gift. They are the skinchangers."

Now Samwell is more convinced that the so-called soul power is a spiritual attribute.

"How long will it take me to learn [Eye of Reality]?"

"At least ten years. Because you don't have any magical foundation, you have to learn it from scratch. This is already the fastest estimate considering your talent."

After pondering for a moment, Samwell asked again:

"What if my soul power is stronger?"

"Soul power is an innate talent, and generally it will not be easily changed..."

Melisandre froze before she finished speaking.

Because she found that Caesar in front of her had suddenly undergone earth-shaking changes.

An indescribable change that made her palpitate.

Those black eyes seemed to be the deepest darkness in the world, able to attract everything.

"You..." Melisandre's eyes showed a rare look of horror, "How could your soul power...suddenly increase..."

Samwell's thoughts were still on the property panel.

Just now, he added all the free attribute points gained from becoming the Storm King to the spiritual attribute.

Title: Storm King

Territories: Storm's End, Eagle's Mouth

Vassals: Lucas Dayne, Chiman Huya, Kato Huya, Todd Flower, Gavin Mander, Brienne Tass...

Strength: 15.96 (18.70)

Agility: 5.67 (7.86)

Spirit: 39.38

That's right, the free attribute points obtained by becoming a king are 30 points.

The points are not much different from Samwell's expected points, and he guessed that this is just an extra point for becoming king in the Stormlands. When he conquers the other six countries in the future, and even ascends to the Iron Throne, he should get more free attribute points.

Originally, Samwell was still hesitating which attribute these free attribute points should be added to. With the previous experience, he knew that the attribute points obtained at one time could not be added separately, so he hesitated to make a decision.

If Melisandre didn't mention soul power, maybe Samwell would end up adding it to agility.

But now, he still thinks it is more appropriate to add it to the spiritual attribute.

Not only to prevent the assassination of the Faceless Men, but also to learn witchcraft.

Now he feels more and more that witchcraft is probably the power closest to the gods.

After the mental attributes were raised wildly, Samwell found that the world in front of him suddenly changed.

"You are the person with the most powerful soul power I have ever seen!" Melisandre finally recovered from the shock and let out a sigh.

"In this case, it should be easier for me to learn witchcraft, right?" Samwell reached out and rubbed his forehead.

After the sharp increase in spiritual attributes, the world in front of him seemed to have changed, as if there were some inexplicable colors added.

For example, Melisandre in front of him was shrouded in a layer of blood-red smoke in his eyes.

The source of the smoke was the ruby ​​in her throat.

"Yes, the power of the soul can help you easily master a lot of witchcraft..." Melisandre said with emotion, "You don't even need to use the [Eye of Reality] I just mentioned, you can also see the faceless man disguised."

Samwell immediately understood what Melisandre meant.

The "colorful" world in front of him is the incidental effect of his spiritual attribute surge, which seems to allow him to see the traces of witchcraft.

Just like Melisandre, Samwell knows that she has been hiding her true face, which is the habit of Shadowbinder.

It's just that some shadowbinders like to use red lacquer masks, but she uses blood magic.

Now that the mental attribute has increased dramatically, although Samwell can't see through Melisandre's disguise, at least he can clearly know that she is shrouded in blood magic.

If any more Faceless Ones approached, Samwell would not be defenseless.

But this state also gave Samwell some trouble.

He didn't know if it was because his mental attributes were raised too fast and his body couldn't bear it, or it was a side effect of too powerful soul power. He heard some strange voices at this time.

"Hantam...Hantam..."

Sleepy whispers, like tiny worms, emerged from the surrounding air, constantly burrowing into his ears.

"Your Majesty, you really need to master some knowledge of witchcraft." Melisandre said upon seeing this, "otherwise such powerful soul power will become your burden instead."

Samwell nodded, the raving in his ears continued, making his head tense:

"good."

"Follow me, please." Melisandre reached out and took Samwell's hand.

A peaceful and quiet force passed along her arm, slightly easing Samwell's discomfort.

"Do you know what Hantam means?"

"That's Valyrian," said Melisandre, "meaning—

don't come in. "